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Another old bike picture. That's my dad on Christmas morning in Boulder City, NV. 1955 or so?



My dad died almost 2 weeks ago of pulmonary fibrosis.



Until a couple years ago when his lungs started giving out, we enjoyed riding bikes along the Kettle River together.



I gave him a Peugeot mountain bike with huge fat knobbies one summer. He enjoyed tooling down the road on this bike when I came to visit.

I finally got a scanner

I've been wanting to digitize this picture for a while. It's one of my favorites. That's me on the left and Ryan Maskill on the right. We're in about 4th grade there. 1982 or so? We RULE!